Fezco X Fem!reader

should I start writing for him 😁🤨🤨🤨🤨

i’m so sad. i literally can’t find tim laflour fics anywhere. is there anyone willing to write for him or know anyone i can ask??

hi hi hi ! ik i just started following, but i dig your stuffs ! was hoping to request 130 with ghostface bc i need it, thanks for your time friend !

yeah yeah absolutely!! u earned a follow for your kind words :') this prompt gave me smut vibes so I added that to the end, there will be a warning incase that's not what u wanted

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒! 130.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! cussing, ghostface, knives, kinda dubcon but not really cause reader has a crush on ghostface. reader takes off his mask during the smut but doesnt see his face

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎! smut after the second gif, daddy kink, choking, degrading mixed with praise, spanking 😁 dirty talk during sex, idfk for some people that's an ick, kinda a breeding kink, yes I know it's not realistic for them to cum at the same time but I do not give a flying futuristic frog fuck.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! I loved this. on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended. no indication of which ghostface it is but ghostface is male so,,yeah. afab reader but theres no indication of that until the smut

ghostface x reader

it was halloween! finally!

you had been waiting since early august for halloween to come and it finally did

it was nearing midnight, and the sound of children knocking on your front door had finally come to a halt

so now you were sitting on your couch and piling leftover candy into your mouth

you were very glad you bought extra this year

you were watching a movie on your tv, some indie horror film your roommate recommended to you

it wasnt great, but you still enjoyed it enough to keep watching it

honestly, the only reason you kept watching it was because the killer was really fucking hot

it reminded you of something... what was it..?

oh, right.

that killer that had been terrorizing your town

you didnt know who was under the mask, but you couldn't keep yourself from fantasizing about being kissed by him, held by him...fucked by him.

honestly, he was hot.

really fucking hot.

you were just about to fall asleep when you got a call

"hello..?" you were curious as to who would be calling this late. "hello, y/n." oh shit. that fucking voice, that was ghostface! fucking ghostface, holy shit. "hey ghosty" you decided to fuck with him, not caring why he was calling. "excuse me? call me that again and I'll gut you like a fucking fish." your face scrunched up, and you huffed, sinking into your couch. "okay fine, jeez. what do you want, anyways?" he chuckled in response and you heard a tap on your window. you turned your head as fast as you could, your heart was racing now. you wouldn't admit it, but you were scared.

you heard floorboards creak behind you and felt a hand on your shoulder. suddenly, you couldn't breath, you couldn't think, and you couldn't move. this was not like the movies. not at all.

for some reason, he spared you.

sliced up your arm a bit, but he didnt kill you.

you wondered why

a week later, you found out why.

how? well, he visited you again. but this time, it was for a different reason.

just as you were about to go to bed, you heard someone step into your room. huh, that's weird, nobody was supposed to be awake

whatever, you were too tired to care.

but when you felt someone get into bed with you and wrap their arms around you, you got up and almost screamed

but when you looked on your bed and didn't see anything, you wondered if you were just half asleep or going crazy

until you felt someone put their hand over your mouth and wrap their arm around your waist.

you were fucking terrified

"what's wrong, darling? 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴." he sat his chin on your shoulder, taking in your scent. he chuckled and hummed to himself, the room was silent besides your heavy breathing and he could hear your heartbeat.

18+! smut starts here!

"if I take my hand off your mouth, do you promise to be good for me? you gonna be a good little pet for ghosty?" shit, why was he here? and why the hell did he call himself ghosty? did he like it when you called him that? damn, you made a whole ass serial killer a simp for you. to be honest, you felt like god. you nodded eagerly at his words and smirked when he slowly and hesitantly took his hand off your mouth. "ghosty, huh?" he scoffed and wrapped his hand around your throat harshly, shutting you up quickly.

he dropped the hand that was around your waist down into your pants and began rubbing you through your underwear. you could hear him groan softly under his mask and you heard his breathing pick up, he was obviously turned on. you smirk again and let out a moan, just to see how he'd respond. he tightened his grip on your neck and told you to be quiet, and you remembered that your roommates were asleep. your smirk widened as you reached upwards, taking off his mask and tangling your fingers in his hair, gripping roughly as you moaned again.

he pulled away and harshly pushed you onto the bed, pushing your face into your pillow before pulling your pants and underwear down and smacking your ass. "so pretty.. all for me". you could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he ran his thumb along your cunt, picking up your juices and using it as a lube to rub your clit. he muttered 'god, so fucking wet' and pulled up his robe, pulling down his pants before entering you harshly.

you cried out at the pain and lack of warning or prep, but soon the pleasure overcame the pain as he roughly thrusted into you at a fast pace. you didn't care that your roommates were asleep, your moans were all you could hear now besides the sound of his hand hitting your ass repeatedly. "shit, shit, shit! fuck, daddy, feels so good!" he laughed at you as he kept his pace but raised your ass in the air to get a better angle into your cunt.

"shit, such a pretty little cockwhore. you love my dick, dont you baby?" you nodded quickly, too cock dumb to speak. "use your fucking words, slut". jesus, he really wants you to talk? well fuck him, you're too tired. he scoffed at your silence and smacked your ass, harder than he had before. you moaned loudly at the pain mixed with pleasure and tried your best to form an intelligible sentence.

"yes! fuck yes, I love your cock! fuck, wont ever fuck anyone else! just you daddy! so fucking good!" he smiled at you and reached forward to grip your throat as he felt himself getting closer and closer to his high. you were nearing your orgasm as well, a string of curses leaving your mouth as you pushed your hips back to meet his cock with every thrust. he squeezed your throat one last time as you came, your pussy was squeezing around him, leading him to do the same and you felt him finish inside you. after a few more thrusts, you felt him pull out.

when you didnt hear him for a few minutes, you turned around. you were confused as to why you didnt hear anything, but it clicked when you saw your window open. that dick, he left you laying there all fucked out.

yeah, your roommates definitely heard you. and he definitely came back the next day.

and the next, and the next

and probably the day after that

but you never once complained

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the activist – one who stands up for what they believe in

the addict – one who is dependent on something to survive

the adventurer – one who loves spontaneity and trying new things

the aesthete – one who appreciates art in all forms

the animal lover – one who has an appreciation for all creatures

the antiromantic – one who does not want to fall in love and possibly believes it to be a hoax

the asshole – one who is rude and disrespectful for seemingly no reason

the athlete – one who enjoys exercise and participating in sports

the authoritarian – one who takes charge with determination to have control

the awkward turtle – one who interacts unconventionally with others

the blasphemer – one who believes religion to be a falsehood and voices that opinion

the bookworm – one who enters other worlds within pages between covers

the charitable – one who is selfless and wants to help others

the charmer – one who uses their charisma to persuade others

the child at heart – one who does not want to grow up and be an autonomous adult

the choleric – one who is irritable, snarky, and easily annoyed

the comedian – one who rarely knows when it is customary to take things seriously

the conceited – one who is particularly proud and full of themselves

the devout – one who follows a religion or its practices

the ditz – one who does not readily catch on to things accurately or quickly

the druggie – one who uses narcotics recreationally

the enthusiastic – one who is passionate about something or someone and encourages others to be as well

the escapist – one who departs from reality to avoid unpleasant feelings or responsibilities

the flower child – one who believes flowers or plants improve everyone’s quality of life

the forlorn – one who is often depressed, lonely, and helpless

the free spirit – one who does not worry over worldly things

the geek – one who is fanatical about a particular subject

the genius – one who is naturally knowledgeable and extremely intelligent

the gossip – one who learns and tells the secrets of others

the guarded – one who is reluctant to open up and show their emotions

the independent – one who is able to function effectively without anyone’s help

the instigator – one who intentionally is argumentative in order to start conflict

the klutz – one who often breaks things while handling them or moves awkwardly

the leader – one who naturally takes charge, serves as a model, and delegates tasks in group settings

the loner – one who prefers being alone over the company of others

the melodramatic – one who displays exaggerated emotions over trivial things

the meticulous – one who is compulsively neat and tidy to the smallest detail

the naturalist – one who believes in preserving the environment and frequently enjoys the outdoors

the oddball – one who does not fully relate to others

the optimist – one who tends to view the positive sides of life and purpose

the partier – one who enjoys social gatherings that are often wild

the pauper – one who lives on a very small amount of money

the peacemaker – one who avoids and tries to end any and all conflict

the pessimist – one who tends to view life and the things within it as mostly negative

the philosopher – one who is curious about and often discusses ethical conundrums

the phoenix – one who lived through something bad, which resulted in a better self

the promiscuous – one who enjoys or obsesses over sexual activity

the pure soul – one who is naïve to the horrible things in the world

the reserved – one who prefers listening to other people talk rather than talk themselves

the responsible – one who prioritizes the most important things and devotes their time to them

the romantic – one who desires to fall in love or be in a loving relationship

the sensitive soul – one who is easily affected emotionally by stressful situations

the sleepless – one who does not get enough rest for one reason or another

the sloth – one who would prefer to laze about than to be productive

the social butterfly – one who enjoys interacting with lots of people

the stargazer – one who is fascinated by outer space and the night sky

the stoic – one who does not readily show emotions or what they are thinking

the stoner – one who partakes in drugs that leave them in an intoxicated state

the studious – one who is a diligent learner

the traveler – one who enjoys expanding their horizons by visiting other places

the techie – one who is skilled at working with modern technology

the thrillseeker – one who lives recklessly in order to make their life more interesting or exciting

the violent – one who solves their conflicts by causing bodily harm

hi!! loved your poly cassie x maddy x fem!reader hcs. super cute! could you maybe do prompts 86, 110, and 125 for them please?

ahh thanks! I can!!

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒! 86. 110. 125.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! sick gals, cussing, nothing new

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! I had so much fun writing this! on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended

poly!maddy and cassie x sick!fem!reader

it was winter, the week before christmas and maddy was sick. it sucked.

you and cassie had to sit at maddy's house every day taking care of her, making sure she ate enough and making sure she was hydrated

but you weren't allowed to kiss her.

it fucking sucked.

every day you would try to kiss her, trying to convince her you wouldn't get sick because of one kiss

the least she could do was give you her sweater.

so she did!

it was cold out, really fucking cold. you were sitting on maddy's bed with her next to you. your hand was placed gently on her thigh, rubbing small circles with your fingers. cassie was next to you, playing with the ends of your hair and humming a tune. maddy coughed into her elbow before groaning and falling back onto her pillows. you didnt mind winter, but it wasnt like you 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 the cold to travel through the walls and attack you. you were freezing. the heat was on, but you could still feel the cold air from outside. sure, it was only around 50 degrees out, but it was way too cold. you weren't ready for the cold weather that this year brought with the winter season.

"hey maddy?" she looked over you and hummed in response, tilting her head as a way to say 'yes?'. "𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝗜 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿? 𝗜𝘁 𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂". her face turns even more red than it was before and she giggles before nodding her head and taking her sweater off. "you know, you could have just said you're cold". you gasped, pretending to be offended. "I am 𝘯𝘰𝘵 cold!" she laughed at you and muttered a 'sure', dragging out the 'U'. she handed you the sweater that she took off a minute ago and watched as you put it over your head, thinking about how much she loves you.

the next day at school, you couldn't stop sneezing.

maddy didnt know, she was at home still

but cassie was worried

she couldn't take care of the both of you on her own!

"y/n, I mean it. you need to drink something, 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽!" you gave her a look and turned away, not wanting to admit that you're getting sick. you muttered an 'I'm fine' before getting up from your seat at the lunch table and almost falling over, before walking up to a vending machine and getting two bottles of water, one for you and one for cassie. you handed her the water and "got you a water". you sat back in your spot next to cassie and leaned your head on her shoulder.

a couple days later, you, cassie, and maddy were on your bed, the girls laying on either side of you with maddy on your right.

you were all high, each having smoked a joint (that you didnt share, dont share a j with sick people!)

you and cassie were laughing at something maddy said when cassie started coughing

"I'm not sick! I swear, I got checked at the doctors the other day!"

yeah right.

you believed her, but the next day, it happened again

you and cassie were on your bed, maddy was sitting on the floor in front of it, facing away from you. you were braiding her hair and cassie was laying next to you on her stomach. suddenly, she sneezed a couple times. "jesus, cass, you sure you're not sick?" her eyes went wide and she shook her head. "I'm not, I keep telling you!" you laughed at her behavior and rolled your eyes playfully. "yeah right, 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗿."

soon enough, maddy gets better, then you, and then cassie.

it took you forever but you got better. very slowly, of course.

maybe dont take maddy's sweater next time.

ahhhh okay I have like 5 or 6 works in progress rn so I'm gonna close requests for today and probably tomorrow, thanks for the sudden wave of asks!!!!

okay i was gonna do a toxic poly ghostface blurb but she's turned into a whole ass fic... but anyway with the whole billy n stu being awful ppl n still being involved with sid n tatum i've realised writing this that the stu/reader/tatum triangle is literally like stu = nate, reader = cassie, tatum = maddy with murder involved 😭 my manipulative misogynist kings 😍 (jk... not really at all 😭). also im so glad you liked that concept bc it is my fav version of those boys in the world but i was so scared everyone else would just see it and go hm... mental illness

oh my god you're so right..

honestly if anyone has a problem with that concept they can bring it up w me cause it's my favorite thing in the world. I am not ashamed !!!!!

Breeding König

Warnings: 18+, Riding, Breeding Kink, Consensual Forced Breeding (male receiving), Consensual Dub Con/Non Con, Stomach Bulging/Swelling, Unprotected Sex, Spitting, AFAB Reader, Dirty Talk, Brief Slut Shaming, Sub Konig, Top Reader, etc.

"'M gonna suck you dry, baby," your breath hitched as you rolled your hips against König's, his cock bulging inside you. He could only whine, moaning when you hit a sensitive spot, only for you to abuse it, driving him to the verge of tears. Driving him to an end he'd come to fear.

"And you know what else?" You leaned down and grasped König’s thick neck in your hands, squeezing just the right spot to make his back arch and his eyes squeeze shut. He was completely physically incapable of stopping you, his hands bound together against the bedpost with zip-ties, his voice unusable. You smiled, rocking against him, feeling him twitch inside you.

He was close. And so were you.

König's eye fluttered open, watching you. He wanted to know your secret. Your obscurity.

You bent down, bringing your mouth close to his ear. Your breath scorched the shell, making him shiver, goosebumps rippling across his chest. His laboured breathing was amplified as you drew closer.

"I'm gonna make you a daddy."

His eyes snapped open. He shook his head, growing harsher as your statement sank in, muffled noises barely sneaking past the duct tape you'd slapped across his lips. He began thrashing, trying to disconnect his hips from yours, trying to pull out.

But you didn't let him.

Retracting, you looked down at him, gripping the covers beneath him and creating makeshift reigns with which you kept yourself stable, kept König inside you. All the while, the panic in his brow only deepened.

"It's too late to resist, köni," you sang, giving him false hope as you lifted yourself up off his cock before slamming back down onto it, making him moan in a way that betrayed his actions - his resistance. He stared at you beneath ginger, half-lidded eyes, mere cracks of their whole circumference. And you smiled.

You slammed down on him again, hands settling on his chest. Pushing him down. Keeping him docile. "I know you want this, you whore."

König shook his head, vehement in his denial, but you disregarded it. It was of little importance to you. You revisited your killing pace, lifting and dropping yourself on his dick with haste. Electricity pooled in your core, waiting to break at any second.

"You're gonna father my children whether you like it or not--" you gasped as you hit your sweet spot. König only seemed to grow more panicked, eyes widening, brow creasing. Resistance futile.

"My pretty little house husband, all mine. I'll harvest you - breed you - as much as I like--" you took his jaw in your hand and forced him to look at you. You spat on him, making him flinch. "And there's nothing you can do about it."

König moaned, loud and long, his back arching into your hips, plugging you with his cock. You groaned, a sliver of a moan slipping from you, as you threw your head back, reaching your climax. König’s load filled you - all of you - to the point that you were sure your stomach would swell.

As your orgasm rolled through you, König shifted through the haze, still trying to retreat from you - trying to retreat from a future you forced onto him.

You would have applauded him for breaking free of the throws of his orgasm had you not been a disciplinarian.

"Oh no you don't," you declared, gaze coming to settle on Konig's frozen, petrified features. He ceased under your stare like a deer caught in headlights, or prey before its predator. You bit your lip as you took his throat in your hands again.

"We're not done here until I'm stuffed so full of your cum that I look pregnant." You squeezed. "Isn't that what you want, hmm? To make you mine? To bear your children?"

You already knew the answer whether König accepted it or not. He could only look up at you, eyes glassy with tears, mourning the fate you'd resigned him to - the future you'd stolen from him. You leaned down and licked a stray tear off his cheek. Rising, you cocked your head.

"Now then," you said, rubbing not-so-soothing circles into König’s chest, "shall we go again?"

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Hey I was wondering if you’d be willing to do a Billy Loomis x reader fic where reader is a writer and loves writing and reading many genres but the group’s favorites stories that reader writes are horror stories? Maybe Billy requests a few from her (or them if you wanna make it gender neutral) and maybe even reader puts clues together about Billy being connected to the murders based on his specific details or whatnot but reader still loves him bc this is fanfic lol 😂

oh my gosh I love this idea!!! it's so cute, I had so much fun writing this! may not be exactly what you asked for... my mind wandered, sorry!!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! mentions of death, cussing, billy loomis should be his own warning lmao, gets a little smoochy but no smut

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! lowercase intended, unedited, still on mobile, format might be weird. this is technically a modern au! doesn't exactly go with the scream timeline, but it's okay, we'll ignore it, sid and billy were never together in this! double periods are always intended in my work!

billy loomis x writer!fem!reader

you had been friends with tatum and sidney for years, not being very close to them but still talking to them occasionally. they had known about your love for writing and they supported you. when you met billy, he told you it was stupid, that you'd never get big in the writing community.

you knew he didn't like you very much, you didn't care, but it still hurt.

billy was insanely attractive, you could admit that, but what you'd never admit is that you had feelings for the boy.

after months of knowing him, you started to realize it. soon after you realized, you decided he'd never like you back.

well, actually..

billy loved you. he had been watching you for months and he fell in love with you without even meeting you. when he finally did, he knew he couldn't make it obvious.

sidney told him about your little crush on him and told him to make a move.

so he did.

"y/n! open the window!" you heard shouting through your window and turned to look at it, gasping when you saw billy outside. you quickly moved to your window and opened it. "what the hell are you doing here?!" you stared at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to respond, but he only crawled through your window and sat on your bed, next to your open laptop. you noticed he was reading it and quickly moved in front of him, pushing it behind your lap. he frowned and reached for it, only to fail as you grabbed his hands and placed them in his lap. "hey! I was trying to read that." your face turned red at the thought of him reading your work, you couldn't let him read it. he would hate it. he would tell you it's horrible, that you're disgusting.

the piece you were working on was about a girl with a name that was 'coincidentally' very similar to your name. she was being roughly fucked by ghostface, the killer that had been terrorizing your town for the past few days. you couldn't act out your fantasies, so you wrote them out. billy grabbed the laptop and read a few lines before smirking and looking up at your red face. "damn sweetheart, I didn't know you were into this kind of shit". you turned your head but he reached his hand out and turned it towards him. he kissed you. he fucking kissed you. you couldn't believe it. he moved the laptop with your lips still attached and leaned you back on the bed. he bit your lip as he placed his hands on your waist, moving them up and down slowly. he broke away and looked you in the eyes, saying "I fucking love you" before continuing to touch you like he was deprived of sex his whole life.

before you knew it, you two were a couple. you didn't know why or how he loved you, but he did, and that's all that mattered.

every weekend, he would climb through your window to catch up on your latest story, sometimes requesting for you to write some new erotic story about that killer called ghostface. he quickly picked up on your favorite things to write about, and ghostface was the number one. he constantly told you that your ghostface stories were your best.

one night, when he crawled through your window, you noticed he had a fresh cut on his arm. you were concerned, questioning him nonstop for the two hours he was at your house. he told you he got cut jumping over a fence on his way over there, but you didn't buy it.

the next day, you saw him at school. you took his hand in yours, looking at it closely and noticing dried blood under his nails. you dropped his hand and looked at him with a questioning look on your face, and he got up, saying he had to use the bathroom. when he came back, the blood was gone.

a couple of days pass, and more people die. you start to put the pieces together, finally deciding to ask if he was ghostface the next time he came over.

"baby, I need to ask you something.." you paused, waiting for him to look at you or respond. he was looking at his lap, obviously knowing that you knew. "okay um.. well, I've noticed some things... like, over the past few weeks.. about you.. and the killer." he looked up at you, making eye contact before turning away once again. "baby I'm not mad.. I think it's kind of hot" he looked up at you, surprised that you said that. he looked confused, obviously not expecting you to be okay with it. "really? you're not mad?" you smile at him, shaking your head before speaking again. "no, I'm not mad, silly! I mean... some people are dying but.. as long as you don't kill me or anything"

he never did

every night after he killed, he would come over and tell you how it went, giving you ideas for your stories. eventually, you piled them all together and made a book. of course, you changed the names and slightly altered the ways they died, but you always stayed true to the theme.

you never published it, of course. you just let your friends read it and posted it to an online forum. it got pretty popular, getting thousands of likes. you were proud of yourself, proud of billy and stu (but mainly billy)

eventually, you did publish a book

it wasn't about the ghostface murders, but it still got popular fast.

it was heavily influenced by the murders and your relationship with billy

the book was about a girl who was unknowingly in a relationship with a serial killer, but ultimately found out and started killing with him. they would kill their enemies or people who tried to flirt with them, and then they'd go home and act like nothing happened. it brought them closer together, basically fixed their relationship. at the end, they got caught because they stayed at the scene too long. they were shot by the police, dying in each others arms.

you hated it, but billy seemed to love it.

so did your friends. well, the ones that were still alive..

sidney hated you for it, but you didn't care

you had billy, and billy had you. life was perfect.

okay the whole time i was watching the curve i was like hm. if euphoria was made in the nineties matthew actually could've played nate amazingly 😭 and then i sat and reflected on my taste and opinions 😭😭😭

wait

...

....wait..

wait a minute.....

amy I think ur on to something

I honestly hate nate cause he is a dick and I dont think he's attractive but...

if matthew played him I would be all over that dick im not even gonna lie I wouldn't care if he's a bitch 😭😭

bam in jackass the movie, you will always be famous ♡